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My Life Beyond The Pale

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My mother died when I was 9.
My father left when I was 16.
I quit school to provide for my brother and sister until she got married and he finished his education.
We planned to save together to leave the country, as soon as we saved enough for once a person, he took it and left.

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Family Comes First by CRAZY40429

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Silent Tears by ayawrits

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Hot Summer Night by JeniRaeD

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why her? y/n x Bakugo by Ilovebaku21

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NAVEL GAZING: excessive absorption in self-analysis or focus on a single issue by ANMS111

-A Lie I decided to focus on family, choosing to believe and have faith that everything else would fall into place. I wasn't comfortable-or good-at lying to her. So, when Samantha surprised me one day by swallowing her pride and asking directly if anything had happened during our break, I hesitated. The silence, I believed, said it all. I was on the verge of confessing when she gave me an out: "If you tell me nothing happened, I'll believe you," she said. I should have told her the truth then-or resolved never to reveal it. Instead, years later, as I left for the final time, I selfishly brought it up. By confessing, I hoped to push her away. But in that moment, I let her believe what she clearly wanted to hold on to-that I had been faithful. She knew Pippa and probably sensed there was something between us, but she let it go-and so did I. It was cowardice, I know. Still, I made up my mind to make our dream a reality. And for a while, it worked. But fast-forward through the births of our three additional sons, and more than a dozen years, the same problems that once threatened us had only grown and would soon spiral out of control.

Fix Me, I'm Broken by Ana11e1y

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The 20 Percent by BrokenHeBrokeMe

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Family Comes First

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